I’ve been contemplating my future quite a bit over the past few weeks. Where I want to go, what I want to do, where I want to live… my wife wants us to head back east eventually.
I’ve realized that I really miss New England. Connecticut especially. When I was growing up, I couldn’t wait to leave. I didn’t really know where I wanted to go but I knew I wanted to get out and get out fast. My career in broadcasting let me live the lifestyle of a well paid nomad for close to 20 years. (OK, admittedly the first few years weren’t very well paying, but you can live on Ramen noodles for a while before scurvy sets in.) Now that I’ve lived in 10 or 15 states, I realize that I want to go home. It’s not that I want to see my friends, as most of them are gone. I miss the place. I miss the smell. I miss lobsters at Abbott’s in Noank. I miss grinders from the pizza places in Norwich. I miss driving down 395 to New London. I miss home.
Anyone else ever feel like this?
Norwich Connecticut on a sunny winter day, looking toward City HallAs far as work/school blogging goes, I haven’t really been in the mood to write for the last couple of days. The last two shifts just kicked my ass. We did lots of calls and got very little sleep and I had a headache on Monday that I just couldn’t shake. However, I did find the key for really restful sleep in my bed at quarters. Every shift, as soon as I get to quarters, I make my bunk up with fresh linen from home and toss a down comforter on top. When I do catch some time to sleep, I quickly yank off my boots, turn on the small fan in my room to provide some ambient noise and wrap up in that comforter. Early on Tuesday morning I slept for almost 2 hours, and they were the best two hours of sleep I’d had while at work. Of course it was interrupted by a SOB call around 4, but I’ll fondly remember those 2 hours of sleep as some of the finest.
I had a friend who hated living in our state for years and years. He spent all of high school planning to get away, and he did. He moved to Wyoming, and even lived in Alaska on a trailer doing odd jobs for people. I had a phone call from him that reminded me of your first part of the post. Finally he decided to move back, and I haven't seen him happier. He is just happy to be back home, where its normal. Its who he is.
I'm sorry your feeling in a rut.
Thanks Dani… I'm not really in a rut, I'm just trying to figure out where to go next.
Maybe a trip home to visit will cure my homesickness. Once I get back there I'll remember why I wanted to leave so badly!
I lived in Waterbury, CT Aug 08 – April 09. I couldn't wait to move away from home. In fact I moved to Waterbury just ten days after during 18. Now I don't ever wanna move away from Seattle again.
BTW when I did a month-long return trip in March I discovered many great things about home. You might too. Keep us posted on your return trip and possible move.
Are you working tonight? I'll be at Highline tonight 9PM – 7AM.
Yeah, I haven't been home in a while. It's been a couple years since I've seen it.
And no, I'm not on again til Saturday. At the Water Park tomorrow and Friday.
Noank! Abbots! What are the chances I stumble upon a random internet EMS blog and find someone talking about my hometown
Grew up in Niantic and spent 5 years in Mystic as well. How about the bar underneath the Daniel Packer Inn? What a great place
I don't get back as much as I should, either, particularly now that I am based in San Francisco. Oh- and Hartford Giant Grinders in Niantic are wonderful, as well!
That's too funny! I just read your blog, and added you to my blogroll. I love the mix of dogs and EMS. Great stuff.
I'm a Yankee girl from CT living in the south. I can totally relate to your homesickness. Someday I will move back to New England.
New England is a special place. The seasons, the people … the fact that you can buy Moxie, in a glass bottle, at the Cumberland Farms, right next to the Autocrat Coffee Milk! The fact that people don't say "he was drunk" or "he was hammered", they say "he was wicked cocked!" That's why I miss home.